The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1887-09-09
LOVES TRIUMPH.

LOVES TRIUMPH.
bright
And the sea, which had tossed through thai
terrible night
On that rock-bound shore.
Ceased to surge and to swell in waves mountain
high,
Ceased to toss its foam angrily up towards tht
sky,
Ceased its horrible roar,
Then she stole from her cot with her babe
closely pressed
'Gainst her heart, which had wildly throbbed in
her breast
Through the wearisome night;
And she moved to the cliffs, which stood high
and steep,
And, with wide-staring ey es, looked out on the
deep
In the clear morning light.
That vast sea was as smooth as a lake that's at
rest;
Not wave could be seen upon It's broad breast
As 1t rolled to the land;
Yet It silently swept far up on the beach,
Every time it came up striving higher TO reach
Upon that bleak strand,
For moment her heart was filed with alright,
While She gazed GA the sea, lit by morning s
clear light,
And saw far and near,M
On the breast Of the deep, bits Of hull and of
mast,
Which told Of the tempest that DER it had
passed
In that night bleak and drear,
Twas her fisherman husband for whom she
feared;
For his boat on the ocean she eagerly peered,
But no sail was in sight;
Then her eyes CHANGED to turn from the sea to
the land,
And she saw man's form lying still on the
sand
In the clear morning light.
Something strange in that form, FOR breath
stopped her heart
Some thing known in that form caused the life.
blood to dart
Through her bosom once more,
For moment she scarcely could gather her
breath,
For moment her face was as ghas thy as death,
AS she gazed at the shore.
Then she rushed to her cot, took the babe from
her breast
And, leaving her child in his cradle to rest
She fastened to go
Down the path, that was cut in the cliffs rug
ged side,
To the sands where the oceans still rising tide
Came steady and slow.
With fast beating heart along the dry beach,
Which the incoming tide was trying to reach,
She few Ger the ground;
In the form which lay there, as If dead, on its
side,
In the spot where twas left by the last rising
tide,
80 Her husband was found.
At his side in an instant she dropped on her
knee,
And eagerly peercd at his features to see
Were he living or dead;
But she saw that mis- face was as CHASTITY as
death,
And there came from his lips not even breath
AS she lifted his head
Then the shirt DER his breast she tore quickly
apart
And her quvering hand she placed on his heart
For moments brief space
AS she felt his hearts throb uncertain and
slight,
Her breast hlled with joy, her eyes shone with
q light
Which transformed her face.
He was CHASTITY and cold as he lay on the sand
At the spot unto which he'd been swept on the
strand
by that terrible storm,
But her heart leaped for JOY in the breast OF
that wife,
For she'd felt his blood throb and she knew there
was life
In that almost dead form
With the strength of giant, born Of her owe,
She carried that form to the cliff-top above
From the surf-beaten shore;
And she dared on the way not a moment to
rest
Lest the heart that so family beat in his breast
Should cease evermore.
To their cot, near at hand, her burden she bore,
And, though her frame shook as she entered the
door,
Her heart did not quail;
Yet she sighed when she'd placed his form on
the bed,
For his eyes were wide staring as If he were
dead,
And his face CHASTITY pale.
With the courage of love she fought for his life,
With the vigor OF love she entered the strife
And conquered grim Death;
For she saw, in good time, light CLEAN in his
eye,
And she heard with delight from his bosom a
sigh,
And she felt his faint breath.
Love had won as oft times 1t had won before;
Love had won, as 1t will till our loving is DER,
Till we pass from this earth;
Strength had come to her arms as her husband
she bore,
Strength had come to her frame that she d ne er
known before
Till love gave it birth.
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